We’ve all been there—you wake up one morning with a crick in your neck—instantly, blindingly painful and you can’t turn your head. You amble around for a couple days like Frankenstein’s monster, stiff and grumbly. The only thing missing are the bolts on your neck.
I have been s u f f e r i n g for over a week now. Sleep has been elusive, difficult and fitful. Simply turning over, producing sharp jolting pains up my neck and into my cranium. I decided my pillow was partially to blame, so I retired my cool gel tempurpedic and embarked on a fruitless journey to a better sleeping pillow—and I am in hell.
I went to one of the only Bed, Bath & Beyond stores that isn’t shuddered, yet, and I was dumbstruck. The pillow—THE pillow, that I now covet, that will haunt my side sleeping, neck aching dreams, is a casual, middle of the road $150 Nestwell. She ain’t even the most expensive!! I’ve seen other brands listed for $450...FOR A PILLOW.
Fortunately for me, I am a pillow hoarder. There is no shortage of craptastical two and three dollar Walmart specials stuffed inside pillow shams that never seem to make it off the floor and onto the bed. I tried one the other night and I woke up with my head cratered flat on the mattress, with both sides of the pillow rising up above my temples, creating a half pipe on which Shaun White could have carved his way to Gold.
Sleep is still a struggle. Eyes are puffy and red. Neck is still stiff. I hiss and groan unconsciously when I move. I’m on the verge of tears 24/7. If I don’t get relief soon, I’m going to be fitted for neck bolts and be done—prolly cheaper than a new pillow anyway.
Hope y’all are well.
